The horrors of small-town life

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August 2011

Billy poked at what the waitress, dressed in blue and white, had called meatloaf. He eyed the brown mass warily, as if expecting it to grow arms, steal his fork, and poke back at him. His black-rimmed glasses slipped down… Continue Reading →

The storms cleared away and the residents emerged to view the damages left behind. Trees had been uprooted, branches flung everywhere, shingles and anything that hadn’t been tied down (and a few things that had) all blown about the town…. Continue Reading →